Dinard airport is the smallest airport I have ever landed on. And I've been flying for ~40 years now. When a split-second after the ROUGH touch-down, the pilot hit the brakes with all the force they could handle (that’s what it felt like), I thought we had one or several flat tires. But the real reason became instantly clear after coming out of the plane. (And I don’t think it was that the pilot tried to avoid hitting the ancient fire-truck ;-)
While in other cities the reason only two customs officers might be working the immigration booths still eludes me, the booth here in Dinard only has room for 2 ;-) Needless to say, there is no train station attached to the airport.
Neither buses nor coaches have a stop here. No taxis were at the ‘taxi stand’. A British couple had reserved a taxi and they were not amused that the cab was not there. A bit of telephoning revealed that the reserved taxi was on its way. Another French woman was talking to the taxi dispatch centre (so I at least assumed), but when the reserved taxi finally arrived, the cell-phone at the driver’s ear made it clear that the French lady was actually talking to the driver of the taxi that the British couple had ordered. The best part: The driver did not even hesitate to say OUE to the posed question whether all 4 of us (3 parties) could split the taxi and the fare, since all of us were trying to get to the same part of the same town.
Vive la France ;-)